Luyện nghe bài hát No Equal

(Number One
Competition is none) -->

[ VERSE 1: ]
got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I proceed to blow back out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a tip
But my stays on my gun, in case you start some shit
I been rhymin since way back when
Straight up and the heart is how it's always been
Now punk niggas wanna me
But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don't me
It's just a phase, and you know damn
That you'll fall off in a minute, cause that don't sell
how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
With that style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, I you go back where you came from
(Your mic, and my mic) on, don't play, son
See, the of payin dues is over
I'm a little fed up, and it's time I show ya
We battle one time, dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip

You we're number one
Competition is

[ 2: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin bitches my super dick
Hat's on the jim, I nut in em
St. Ides up their eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin to this sound
Open up the knapsack, out what we found
H-h-horns, bass,
Beats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don't time
Yo, I'm lampin' like Flavor
Floatin at the top you're sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just like the Biz
Remember - uugh! - I drop to be, what is it?
(The shizzit) Word to mama
I bend girl like a comma
Due to Lambada, I think I
Stop, because the said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you can't roast
Nut, up? You wanna get eaten up like a hostess?
'Cup', 'cake', you my words are lethal
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)

[ 3: Fashion (Al' Tariq) ]
line I connect, my literature's perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta
On with Fashion, by the way I'm rippin things
Whoever thinks I take a loss has
Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy to knock her
Sex with this flex, best thing to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin you niggas
The chicks I stick shit with, I love figures
Triggers, I pull em no remorse for bodies
Fash pumps the hotties, chumps with shoties
em up, bang-bang! Miss targets rarely
Mics I touch up, I em daily
Barely another who can the cool Fash
Asses I kick in the ashes, dumpin
So riff, cause I flow swift like the Nile, son
is for plain Jane fame, I'm a wild one
Auto-matic-ly I let the
MC-i-n-g force in me
Cool Fash, a blast to rap people
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)